"Well, here we are." murmurs the sergeant.

The Stormtroopers were standing before a cave, deep underground.

"Out of my way, blaster feed." growls the baritone voice of their Sith ally.

Garbed in malevolent black kama, the towering sith lord roughly slams the sergeant aside with a wave of his hand before striding closer to the gaping maw with his two alcolytes in tow.

This was Darth Voznyak, a known terror in the Outer Rim. Once a proud noble within the True Sith Empire, he has been reduced to a mere pirate plaguing GA cargo vessels for a living alongside his loyal alcolytes.

Oh how the mighty has indeed fallen.

But no longer, for within this subterranean passageway on this forgotten miserable world, lay a Sith holocron, so ancient, so deliciously terrifying in its power that it holds the secret to raising an invincible army. An army that will never falter against the test of time, an army that will neither fall prey to disease nor mortal wounds.

In the ancient Sith language, The Army Of The Deathless.

Behind him, the other white armored soldiers hoist their commander back on his feet.

"Ya alright, sarge?" quips Private Joker over the private coms. He was the one holding on to his right arm.

"I'm fine. Frakking witch,"

"I roger that," says the one taking the sergeant's left arm. "Frak the force, these hop-heads think they're something special. "

After careful examination, the Sith lord turns toward the men gathering behind.

"Our prize lay within. With it, we shall have the power to destroy the Jedi!"

However, he wasn't recieving the cheers he was expecting.

"Eh?"

The Stormtroopers stood stock still. He frowns at that.

'The downsides of having Stormtroopers, too stiff.' he curses silently. 'Still, good help is as they say, hard to find these days.'

His alcolytes smirk in amusement at the stoic reactions of the Stormtroopers towards their lord.

What Darth Voznyak hadn't realized was that these troopers had ulterior motives in play. They were not to let these fools leave the planet alive once the holocron has been successfully acquired. Never again will an Imperial's future be dictated by the dogma of an ancient religion. They have learned too well nothing good comes from these force users.

The Sith Lord and his minions were simply a means to an end. Once their usefulness had run its course the troopers had orders to terminate Darth Voznyak and his alcolytes. Should they fail in their task the shuttles were rigged to explode. Crude, but an effective way of ensuring the Sith Lord does not make it offworld.

"This guy's a section 8." deadpans a trooper over the comlink.

"Can't we just blast him already?"

"Mhmm that's a good plan, Fishcake. And how do you plan to get the karking artefact without their help?"

"Alright can it. Just because they can't hear us doesn't mean they can't sense what we're up to. So shut your mouths and keep your damn thoughts to yourselves. We got a job to do. 1st squad you're up." The sergeant rolls his eyes at the groans and complains coming over coms.

"Again? We were on point last time,"

"Can't 2nd squad do it?"

"Blaster feeders since 52ABY."

"Sod off, Two-Niner, we took some fire for you guys on D'Qar during Operation SILVERSTORM. Its your turn "

The sergeant had enough. "Shut up, shut up lets move. Come on, move in and secure the area."

"Agh-what the!" The point trooper had stepped on something wet and slimy. It was pitch black and the infra red feature didn't really help in colorizing whatever it wad he stepped on. He meekly stood by the side wiping the muck off his boots while his squadmates trudge past him.

"Real smooth, Joker."

"I hate you guys."

"Frak its dark. Six-Seven and Four-Three, lets get some light in here,"

"On it sarge," The two troopers began setting up multiple tripod stands with spotlights mounted on them. Within minutes, a large portion of the cave was illuminated.

"Alright, IR off boys."

They enter the cave with squads constantly leapfrogging each other to act as a security party for the main body. As a result, movement through the cave was rather slow.

This continued for the next hour until the Sith lord decides to intervene.

"We are wasting time with your pathetic military manoeuvres. Let us be done with this and head straight to the holocron."

Meanwhile at the entrance two Stormtroopers sentries were engaged in light conversation.

"Hey Grim,"

"Yo."

"What's a holocron?"

"Didn't you listen to the briefings, Eight-One?"

"Not really,"

"Karking idiot. Okay, basically-"

"Hey did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

There was a snap hiss from above followed by the hum of a lightsaber swinging. Trooper HL-7881 looks up towards the source and sees a girl in tight black bodysuit lunging downwards, lightsaber overhead.

"What the-"

She strikes downwards with both hands on the saber as her feet touches the ground effectively slicing him in half from head to groin. Trooper Grim stares at the two sizzling halves of his comrade in shock, his mind unable to process what had happened. They were just talking and the next thing he knew Eight-One was...well he was gone!

"Wha-" She lunges forward and slashes him across the chest, emiting a modulated scream of pain. Twirling the lightsaber in her hand the girl positions her saber behind her and stabs all the way in to the hilt. Grim whimpers weakly as the saber flash boils his insides and clings on to her thighs for support. She shoves his body off and powers down the saber.

"Aunt Jaina? I've taken care of the guards by the main entrance."

"Good work Neraida," There were screams and blasterfire in her aunt's background. Guess she took the short end of the stick. "I'm just about done with the guards here as well. I'll meet you at the entrance soon."

Darth Voznyak wasn't alone. She could sense more life forms with him, possibly the Imperial Remnant faction assisting him in his quest. There were two more force sensitives with him but it was easy to tell him apart from the rest. All that anger, that hate and that lust for the forgotten Sith holocron which lay within.

"Aunt Jaina?"

"What's up kiddo?"

"You gotta hurry, I can feel him getting closer to the artefact."

"Already ahead of you. Look up." And there in similar black tight fitting bodysuit marred with scorch marks was her badass Aunt Jaina.